For nearly five years, no matter what happened, whenever he and Darren thought of their father, they saw him as a hero, a noble and good man.
But now, he did not even dare tell Darren about this. The Easter holiday had ended.
For all three days of Easter, Harry had been consumed by a foul mood.
He let others believe that his bad mood was caused by Darren's poisoning and the approaching exams.
But today, Darren quietly saw through him.
"My brother, you might be able to hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me.
"Although you're a little worried about my poisoning, you've been thinking about something else even more. A couple of days ago, I heard you muttering something about Dad being a bad person.
"Hmm, I think your bad mood must have something to do with Dad and Mum. Can you tell me?"
Darren wore a curious expression.
Harry struggled for a long time before finally refusing him.
"No, I can't tell you this news, because I haven't confirmed it either. If only I could see Sirius..."
Harry blurted it out.
Then he saw the thoughtful look on Darren's face.
"If you want to see Sirius, it's not like there's no chance."
He said it thoughtfully.
Harry abruptly turned to look at him.
"Don't get any wild ideas. Don't do anything dangerous!"
Darren laughed.
"True, I also think my plan is a little reckless. I need to discuss it with Fred and George!"
Darren hurried off excitedly.
Harry tried to pull him back, but could not stop him.
He thought in terror about what horrifying decision Darren might make after discussing it with Fred and George.
Fortunately.
For two days in a row, Harry noticed that Darren did not bring it up again.